Goodbye Friends (part one)

This weekend we experienced what was, I believe, the first of many going away parties. That was not the party’s intention, and I was hardly the guest of honor, but it struck me during the event that the goodbyes had officially begun.

On Saturday we celebrated Leonard’s birthday. The invite list was extensive, with Leonard inviting new friends, as well as old. The crowd was a blend of theatre people, and some of Leonard’s oldest friends. Old in terms of longevity, not age. I’m not making a crack at Leonard’s age (for once.) I know, since when have I resisted a cheap joke at his expense? Let’s just say that since turning 30, I’ve decided to lay off the age related humor. At least until his 40^th. Then all bets are off.

Right. Birthday party.

Throughout the evening, there were so many conversations that included the phrase “I hope I get to see you before we leave.” One of my dearest friends pulled me aside so that she could start planning a going away party. Others made promises to come up and visit. For some, this was it. Have a safe drive, Leonard and Maile. I’ll see you on facebook.

But the most heart pulling moments came at the end of the evening. As the party came to a close, the crowd consisted of those who went to high school with Leonard. The only outsiders were those of us who were connected to the group through our partner. The ones who were members of their Estancia family by extension. These people grew up together, and seeing Leonard off was simply another sign at how much they’ve grown.

It was touching to witness these goodbyes, and terrifying all at once.

55 more days.

Holy crap.